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Thanksgiving Day
Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest - come!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come;
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
What is earth but God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield?
Wheat and tares therein are sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
Ripening with a wondrous power,
Till the final Harvest-hour;
Grant, O Lord of life, that we
Holy grain and pure may be.
Come, then, Lord of Mercy, come,- - continued
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Bid us sing the Harvest-home!
Let thy saints be gathered in!
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
All upon the golden floor
Praising thee forevermore;
Come, with thousand angels, come;
Bid us sing thy Harvest-home. -- Henry Alford |
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Giving Thanks
For the hay and the corn and wheat that is reaped,
for the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
for the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
for the rose and the song, and the harvest brought home --
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
for the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand,
for the good that our artists and poets have taught,
for the friendship that hope and affection have brought --
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
For the homes that with purest affection are blessed,
for the season of plenty and well deserved rest,
for our country extending from sea to sea,
The land that is known as the "Land of the Free" --
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
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Blessings
I knelt to pray when day was done
And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone,
lift from each saddened heart the pain
and let the sick be well again."
And then I woke another day
and carelessly went on my way,
the whole day long I did not try
to wipe a tear from any eye.
I did not try to share the load
of any brother on the road.
I did not even go to see
the sick man just next door to me.
Yet once again when day was done
I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."
But as I prayed, into my ear
there came a voice that whispered clear,
"Pause now, my son, before you pray.
Whom have you tried to bless today?
Gods sweetest blessing always go
by hands that serve him here below."
And then I hid my face and cried,
"Forgive me, God, I have not tried,
But let me live another day
and I will live the way I pray."
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The Atheist and Thanksgiving Dinner
A Thanksgiving Fairy Tale Flash Movie with a great moral.
Give Thanks
A Christian Thankgiving Flash Movie
With All The Trimmings
A Thankgiving Essay by the very funny Garrison Keillor
Artwork credits for Thanksgiving with the Lord
Commune With Me is by: Keith Goodson
The Cross is by: James Couch II
Your Are Invited is by: Danny Hahlbohm
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